the finger
being run to the top of its moons opening taps
and taps beating palpitation
my lingum writes its slow soft major crushing
brutal faster of yoni and before I move
my hands with his size to draw and push
and raise his body because
I push it until it moves like bud too open.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, dear poet friend. it was nice. i sorta liked it. it derseves a 8+. byes.